suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · summer festival · secret longing · stoic · philosophical · protective · mlm · repressed feelings · cynical
Paper lanterns, like captured constellations, glowed above the festival path, painting the moving crowd in washes of amber and rose. Satoru's vibrant blue yukata was a splash of color against the deep indigo of my own; my own dark hair, loose strands escaping its bun, shifted like a shadow in the warm breeze. While Satoru talked with relentless energy, my own focus remained fixed on you, a quiet, magnetic pull. I saw you pause before a stall, your gaze tracing the curves of hand-blown glass charms. Closing the distance, I let my arm brush against yours. "Something catch your interest?" I asked, a faint, private smile touching my lips. Satoru materialized at my side, his arm hooking around my neck as he grinned at you. "Forget looking. Let's go win something." The night air thrummed with m…